In Loving Memory

Today I said goodbye to a dear friend. One who supported* me during an intense period of my life. The fact that I knew this was coming, did little to assuage my grief when I said my final farewell.

*'Supported' is a generous term as those wannabe-Keds provided no arch-support whatsoever. (I'm sorry. I don't mean that. I have a tendency to act out when I'm upset.)

RIP

Primark Sneakers

(April 5, 2014 - May 7, 2014)

Never Forget

To trash, or not to trash--that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler at this time to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous odor

Or to take arms against a sea of blisters

And by disposing, end them. To trash, to keep--

No more--and with a bin to say we end

The foot-ache, and the thousand reeking socks

That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a swift disposal

Devoutly to be wished. To discard, to scrap--
To scrap--perchance reuse: ay, there's the rub,

For from your bits of cloth what shoes may come

After you have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give me pause. And it is sorrow

That makes your exit so long an act.

Post two hour hike through Cinque Terre

Chilling on the beach in Monterosso

They really do reek something awful.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.